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Caught in the Joke of Silence
My life, I do not live but merely exist. Thorns I lay my head & bed in an open grave...For everyday pasted, the spade of the shovel feeds me slowly. Were almost there...I better comb my hair...I'm the heir of strange & unfair...A very sad & peculiar pair...When was I shoved in such a dark hole ??? Even Satan wouldn't go...When was I hated & let go ??? No family, no friends...All foes...Such an ungodly lonely road. Hourglass of time is unkind & unfair...For my mouth is full & choking of all the dirt they swepted there. This finial stage they secretly lead, molded, and made just for me...Reasons I just don't see. The jeering joke is my LIFE...The dead of silence...I land, in the audience of none.
Published 24th Sep 2023
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This is my life...Writing is my numbing for the uncalled pain I can't understand or fix.
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24th Sep 2023 9:17pm
Existential angst is not fun and I expect is worsened considerably by rejection of any kind, which in turn promotes depression and contributes to suicide rates.
I think poetry is a great way out of it, but each poet has to discover some inner motive to write beyond mere survival and poetry prompts.
I use to keep an eye on how many reads I was getting but now I rarely look at it.
Find a cause to fight for and use your talents for that, and remember that the more you read and write the smarter you are getting:)
I think poetry is a great way out of it, but each poet has to discover some inner motive to write beyond mere survival and poetry prompts.
I use to keep an eye on how many reads I was getting but now I rarely look at it.
Find a cause to fight for and use your talents for that, and remember that the more you read and write the smarter you are getting:)
24th Sep 2023 11:57pm
Your life, I live and your existence determines that.
Thorns leave their marks and scars, but they strengthen the character of the one who was struck by them.
The grave and death are the beds of all things and it is opened for him...
For every day that passes is followed by another day of hope,
Thorns leave their marks and scars, but they strengthen the character of the one who was struck by them.
The grave and death are the beds of all things and it is opened for him...
For every day that passes is followed by another day of hope,
23rd Mar 2024 2:57am
The poem "Caught in the Joke of Silence" delves into themes of existential despair, loneliness, and the feeling of being trapped in a seemingly inescapable situation. The imagery of laying one's head and bed in an open grave suggests a sense of hopelessness and resignation to one's fate. The repetition of phrases like "When was I shoved in such a dark hole?" and "When was I hated & let go?" highlights the speaker's confusion and anguish over their circumstances.
The metaphor of the hourglass of time being unkind and unfair encapsulates the feeling of time slipping away while the speaker remains stuck in their suffering. The use of irony in describing life as a "jeering joke" and the audience being none but silence adds to the sense of bleakness and isolation.
Overall, the poem paints a poignant picture of someone grappling with deep emotional pain and questioning the meaning of their existence. It captures the essence of feeling lost and disconnected from the world, ultimately leaving the reader with a sense of empathy for the speaker's plight.
The metaphor of the hourglass of time being unkind and unfair encapsulates the feeling of time slipping away while the speaker remains stuck in their suffering. The use of irony in describing life as a "jeering joke" and the audience being none but silence adds to the sense of bleakness and isolation.
Overall, the poem paints a poignant picture of someone grappling with deep emotional pain and questioning the meaning of their existence. It captures the essence of feeling lost and disconnected from the world, ultimately leaving the reader with a sense of empathy for the speaker's plight.
